I don’t even remember why I wanted to go to Iceland in the first place (I wanted to go even before I picked up photography). To be honest I think Iceland caught my attention simply because I wanted to go somewhere different. Fast forward 10 years, I finally went ahead and googled this random rock in the middle of the Atlantic…. For so long the only thing I’ve heard about Iceland was that it was expensive (and indeed it was), but when I saw pictures of this place I knew Iceland was my next destination.
I had intended to visit Iceland on my own since my wife wasn’t all that interested (plus she couldn’t take time off from work). I had just picked up photography as a more serious hobby and naturally I planned to spend more time in different locations for photography sake, thus I was completely OK with embarking on the trip alone. I don’t know how but I guess one thing led to another and I ended up treating my mom to this trip (in a way to thank her, and something different for her as well)… I am glad I did.
Like any amateur photographer/poor traveler with plenty of time on their hands, I spent tons of time doing 3 things: 1) I went on Flickr to see if there are any cool photo ideas, 2) Tripadvisor to ask for advice regarding my trip plans, and 3) try to save some money with car rental/accommodations.
As I write this trip report almost 2 years after visiting Iceland, fond memories flood into my mind even though we were faced with some truly awful weather. However I believe that through those rough weather conditions I was able to actually relate to Icelanders and their culture. I learned to appreciate not only the beauty of nature, but also the intensity of which it can present. This was essentially the point in my life where I officially caught the travel bug and really fell in love with photography… Looking back there were many things that I could’ve done differently and more efficiently, but nonetheless I enjoyed the trip, the memories, and everything else tremendously. On the flight to Iceland I learned that half of the country still believed in elves and trolls (ridiculous right?). After my trip I’ve concluded that Icelanders might not be wrong after all… Iceland is indeed a magical paradise.